your music make me sad

i can lay in my bed and trace
the way from the train station
to your heart
and every time i think about it
it i break apart

without a mouth to speak the words
i want to

sing to me in dreams
my hair across your pillow
kisses at the seams sunken to stains
i want the taste of your skin
hunger from the bottom of my mind

without a mouth to speak the words
i want to

can't give myself the option
of opening my mouth
don't want to see or say
what might come out

can't give myself the option
of reaching out to touch
the inside of your lips
I've loved too much

without a mouth to speak the words
i want to

in blue basements, red hearts
dusty in the bedsheets
laying in the park
under greying buildings
we pretended worlds were ours
the closeness of our skin, obscured the passing cars
the closeness of our skin, above the summer stars

without a mouth to speak the words
i want to

without a mouth to speak the words
i want to